So long ago i was a little guy mabe 60lbs with blonde almost white hair.
My eyes dark brown ,my great grandmother, rip, called them muscydime eyes, since they were so dark kinda resembled the berry.
I have no way of knowing if thats what was found attractive by him.
He was, at first, a good guy.
He always played with me, took me places with him on his 4wheeler, even let me play his playstation the games my parents wouldnt let me play.
Then after a while he started watching me.
His eyes filled with hunger and lust.
Then it started.
He always wanted to be alone with me.
He started out with touching, then went on to making me do things.
One of my only memorys of my childhood is when he made me strip and told me to get in the closet.
He did many things that arent for people to know.
These things always come to mind when i see him years later.
He acts like nothing happened.
But i know who he really is.
I dont hate him.
He opened my eyes to the world.
Made me see this place isnt for the soft of heart and mind.
Its for the cold blooded.
I often remember what it was like that night in the closet.
But if nothing else it made me stronger.
Many people have been raped by "loved" ones.
To these people i can only say be strong.
What they did to you doesnt define you.
Dont be like them to ones you love.
Never forget but dont let it hold you.
You are a strong person who has survived one of the many hells on earth.
Be strong brothers and sisters!
It may sound corny but the sky is the limit and even it cant hold you if you work for more.